Orc Boyfriend: Rogan Part One (complete)

I come from a long line of midwives, since before the time of my great-grandmother. My family prides themselves in their work and advances it as much as possible. My grandmother invented a table that made birthing easier, and my mother created a medicine that helps dull pain. I studied and worked towards becoming a midwife most of my life, and was hoping to be as respected and educated as my foremothers.

Then I met Harker, perhaps the most beautiful man I had ever seen. All the girls, and even some men of the village, loved Harker. He was everything anyone would want - handsome, charming, and heroic. He was a prince without the airs. 

One evening, while coming home from tending to a friend who was ill, I passed an alley that I thought was empty until I heard voices behind me. Turning, I saw a few rough-looking men come out. I continued walking, turning my attention ahead rather than at the lot behind me.

“Hey, come here, pretty girl.” A taunting call chased me.

I picked up the pace, walking faster as I tried to make it to an area with more people.

“Pretty thing, where are you going?” The call continued to follow me.

I started running, but I didn’t make it a few feet before I was grabbed from behind. Rough hands shoved me against a wall. One covered my mouth as I tried to fight. I was so scared that I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I had the horrible thought that I should just give up and maybe they’d be gentle.

“Get your hands off her!” The shout rang through the air as one of the men was knocked aside. The hands were ripped away from me and I stumbled, falling to the ground as the men were thrashed and beaten away. Some were left on the ground while a couple fled into the night.

I sobbed and shuddered, clutching myself as a figure approached me. “My god, Katana,” he whispered. “Are you alright?”

I looked up, seeing Harker standing over me. I took his hand, grateful to see a kind face and feel a gentle touch.

I burst into tears, sobbing against his chest. He held me. His embrace was so warm, so tender, I almost fell in love then and there.

“It’s alright,” Harker soothed. “You’re safe now.” He smiled at me. “Come along, I’ll take you home.” He led me to his horse and helped me onto its back. 

“Thank you,” I managed to blubber. 

“No need to thank me,” Harker grunted as he got onto the horse’s back. “Seeing you safe and well is the only thanks I ever need.”

I smiled at him and he winked, making my heart sputter like a child’s firecracker. He was so handsome, so kind.

From that point on, Harker and I were inseparable. He insisted on taking me around town, making sure I was safe when I worked. I can’t tell you how many times we stole away to be by ourselves, finding open barns and cool patches of moss to make love. We were young, and I forgot everything my mother taught me. It should not have been a surprise to me when I discovered I was pregnant. 

Harker did the noble thing and we married as soon as we found out. It was a small ceremony, but it was beautiful and I was marrying the man I loved. Or, at least, that’s what most young girls think.

When our daughter Kisska was born, she was absolutely perfect. She already had curls in her hair and long eyelashes. In her first few months, she was already a beauty and Harker’s pride and joy. But I noticed a change in Harker after Kisska was born. He seemed to grow cold towards me, was always gone from the house, and only spent time with Kisska when she was not crying or didn’t need tending to.

One evening, I am walking Kisska around the house when she can’t sleep. Harker is downstairs with some of his friends, and the noise is keeping Kisska awake. I start downstairs to see if the guests need anything, when I overhear a conversation between Harker and his friends.

“It was easy, really,” Harker laughs. “Just hired a few goons and had them do what they do best. After that, she was all mine.”

“I lost a lot of money on that bet, you bastard,” One of his friends growls, tossing cards onto the table. “I never expected you to do it.”

Harker laughs. “Katana and her bitch family have been a thorn in my family’s side for years. People go to her mother and grandmothers more than my father for medicine and advice. Now that she’s mine, I’ve put an end to that,” he laughs. “As long as I keep her busy with my babies, my father’s business will grow.”

I open the door, glaring at Harker as I walk in. “Excuse me?” 

Harker goes stiff, a stunned expression on his face. Then the look melts away and he chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Is Kisska alright, my love?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” I growl. “But you? That’s a whole other tale.” I take the poker from beside the wood stove, and Harker’s friends start to move away from the table. Some scatter, heading towards the door while I slam the iron poker down on the table in front of Harker.

“You pig!” I roar at him. “You piece of shit!” 

“Now, now, Katana dear!” Harker jumps up from the table. “Let’s not get violent now!”

“I am beyond violence!” I roar. “I am hell incarnate!” I jab the poker into his stomach, just enough to scare him and maybe draw some blood. “You made an absolute joke of me. A bet? An insult to my foremothers! I should cut your dick off right now!”

“Katana please!” Harker screams.

I can hear Kisska upstairs crying. I pull away from Harker and point to the door. “Get. Out. Now.” My hand is shaking. “Do not come back unless you want your entire crotch replaced with an axe!”

Harker runs, heading out the door with his friends.

I start bundling up every possession I care about. In the morning, I take Kisska and leave the village. Just over the river there is another village where I can be safe with Kisska, and not worry about Harker showing his ugly mug.

Obresh has been the topic of many stories since a few years ago, when a tribe of Orcs agreed to save the failing town. The condition was that they got to be part of the community, which included marrying the people in the village. This started the Reaping, where the Orcs will come into the main part of the village, scoop up their desired mate, and take them home with them. Many girls in my hometown fear it, and the men call it barbaric. To me, it is the best place to go. I can continue my family’s work there, and I hope Kisska and I will be protected.

As I come into Obresh, I know I have to find somewhere to go, somewhere Kisska can have a roof over her head. I am able to get a room at an inn - thankfully I took all of Harker’s savings with me when I left. 

I find work with the doctor in town, and quickly find my first patients in some of the local women. I work towards getting a home for Kisska and I, but because I work under another doctor, I am not in charge of my own money like my mother was, and my pay is not what I was used to.

One stormy evening, I am rocking Kisska, who is sleeping soundly due to the rain. As I start to doze off myself, there is a pounding at my door. Kisska stirs and starts to cry loudly. There is another bang at the door, and when I answer, I stand face to face with an Orc.

“Midwife,” he growls softly. “My wife is in labor and something is wrong. Come with me now.”

“What’s wrong?” I gasp.

He shakes his head. “I am not sure.”

I have never heard an Orc’s voice break like his does. In fact, I am sure I never heard an Orc who was scared before. “It’s okay.” I place my hand on his arm. “Let me get my things.”

He takes Kisska, holding her as I gather up my supplies and slip on a cloak. We head for the outskirts of Obresh, the part of the village where all the Orcs stay. As we make our way towards the center of the cluster of huts, I suddenly realize who my patient must be. Buma is the chieftess of the Orcs, and the man who has fetched me is Larek, the leader of Obresh. 

I tend to Buma - her baby has become turned around in her birth canal. I work all night, easing Buma and comforting her while I help her through labor. I have to be careful and attentive or else I could risk losing not just the baby, but her as well. As the storm rages outside, it soon gives way to the sunrise. The air is crisp, and the scent of wet earth fills the hut. 

“It’s a boy,” I cry as the chubby baby finally comes into the world. He screams, absolutely healthy and whole.

“My Max!” Buma whispers, exhausted from the night.

Larek takes Max, holding him and bringing him outside. He washes him in the morning rain, introducing all of Obresh to their future chief. 

I take care of Buma, tending to her and making sure the bleeding stops. I have a feeling I will be spending a lot of time with her during her recovery. Then again, I have never midwifed for Orcs before, and I could be in for a surprise.

When Larek comes back, I leave him and Buma to bond with their son and go to find Kisska, only to find her snoozing on the chest of a massive Orc. He is asleep too, both his hands attentively and protectively cradling Kisska, who looks like she could easily fit in one palm.

I sigh, exhausted to the point that my bones feel like dust. I lay down next to the Orc, falling asleep easily amongst the furs. 

When I awake, the massive Orc is sitting beside me, Kisska chewing on some sort of pulpy fruit in his lap.

“Good morning, little doctor,” he says. 

“Is it morning?” I look around the room, bleary-eyed and confused. “How is Buma? Kisska?” I jump up and Kisska giggles, mashed fruit all over her cheeks.

“Morning for you,” the Orc laughs. “Buma is resting, and so is Max.” He looks down at Kisska. “I have been tending to your little one. We have grown quite fond of one another.”

I sigh, relaxing a bit as I pick Kisska up. “Thank you. Was she any trouble?”

“I helped raise seven siblings. Compared to them she was a dream, and much cuter too.” He grins as I hold Kisska, kissing her and mopping up her face. 

I hold my hand out to him. “I’m Katana,” I sigh.

The Orc stands, towering over me. His hair is long and red, draped down one side of his head, while the other side shaved clean and heavily marked with dark tattoos. He’s burly, hairy, and everything Harker isn’t.  He takes my hand, bowing and kissing my palm.

My heart throbs like war drums. 

“I am Rogan, Larek’s right hand, and now godfather to Max.” He presses his fist against his chest. “You are a hero now, saving the lives of our chiefess and our future leader.”

I’m a bit stunned. “I just did my job. I would do it for anyone.”

Rogan smirks, and the silver caps on his tusks glitter. “You’ve earned our respect. Take it, who knows when you will need it?”

Kisska fusses, struggling against me and reaching for Rogan. She starts crying when I do not hand her over immediately.

Rogan laughs. “I have not had a woman fight for me this hard since I was a young man!” He takes Kisska into his arms. “What would your father say, young lady?”

I grimace, and Rogan sees.

“I take it the father is no longer in your life.” Rogan’s tone is nonchalant. “Is he dead? Or perhaps, from your expression, I take it that he was unworthy.”

“Might as well be both for all I care,” I grumble. 

Rogan smirks. “You best be careful then. A beauty like you will be highly sought after during the reapings.”

“I have no interest in such a thing anymore,” I scoff. “I would rather die than have another man touch me.”

“That bad?” Rogan lets Kisska pull on the braids in his hair. 

“Some men seem to ruin as many things as possible,” I huff.

Rogan bows his head to me. “What a shame one got to you. Should you need to get rid of another, you know my name, and I will come when you call it.”

I shiver slightly, unsure why he makes me feel so excited.

I end up leaving the inn and joining the ranks of the Orcs. After easing Buma through her birth, I become highly sought after. I am able to control my own money now, and Kisska and I become comfortable in our new home.

As Kisska turns one, she’s walking and talking with the best of them. She’s still attached to Rogan, who comes to visit and play with her often. Rogan is often the first to offer to babysit when he is able, and I have relied on him to watch Kisska through nights where I am helping with deliveries. 

I come home on one such night to find Kisska asleep on Rogan’s chest, so I quietly go to my room to try and rest. Next morning, I wake to find Rogan in the kitchen cooking.

“Thanks again for watching her,” I yawn. “I feel as though I am taking advantage of your kindness.”

“You remain silent. Kisska has become like my own.” Rogan’s tone is serious.

I smile up at him. “That means a lot to me, Rogan. You have no clue.”

Rogan turns away from the stove for a moment, then kneels down before me, taking my hand into his. “I would make you my own as well, but I dare not push those boundaries, little doctor.”

My heart leaps and the war drums return. I have been struggling a lot lately with my own feelings for Rogan. I am terrified to make the same mistake as I did with Harker. I do not want to fall for a man at face value. But Rogan is much more than Harker could ever be. He has already proven that with Kisska alone.

I stroke my fingers against his cheek, brushing through his hair and down the back of his neck. He usually keeps his face clean-shaven, but he’s recently let a beard start to grow. His eyes are more amber than I remember. His throat flutters as he takes an anxious breath, and I can’t help but feel a little power in that moment.

I press a kiss to his lips, and his tusks brush against my cheeks. My arms coil around his neck, and his body presses into mine. His huge, rough hands grab my soft waist, holding me tight as the kiss deepens. The space between us is steam, all heat, no air. I cling to him, clawing down his back.

Then I quickly pull away, gasping for breath, and gaze up at him, knowing both our expressions are heavy-lidded and lusty. I gulp down another breath as the war drums continue to rage.

“Oops,” I pant.

Rogan smirks, kissing my cheek and down my neck. “I will only do as you command, little doctor. But come the reaping, you will be over my shoulder before you see me coming.”

“Can I be over your shoulder now?” I giggle as his lips peck over my collarbone.

“I will do this right. I will do right by you and Kisska,” he growls into my ear. “Make no mistake, I am yours, but I will always make sure to earn it each day.”

“Had I known Orc men were so wonderful, I would have come to Obresh sooner.” I pet my hand down his chest. “Kiss me again.”

Rogan starts to lean in when I hear a sniffle. “Mama. Dada.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle. Kisska comes toddling in, rubbing her eyes as her dark hair hangs mussed and tangled around her head. 

“Dada. Dada,” she whimpers as she walks to Rogan and clings to his leg.

The two of us stare in shock at one another, but Kisska is smiling happily while cuddling Rogan’s calf. 

“Well, what a vote of confidence,” I chuckle breathlessly.

“I have always wanted to be a father.” Rogan scoops up Kisska into his arms. “I am proud to be Kisska’s.”

I realize now I never felt fireworks with Harker, and the war drums that Rogan gives me are so much more real.

The Reapings happen once a year as spring begins. I am lucky that I do not have long to wait for Rogan to throw me over his shoulder. 

On the appointed day, I am bristling with nerves. Kisska is staying with Buma and Larek, and I have gone into town shopping. As I am looking over apples, the noise of the crowd increases. I raise my head to see the herd of Orc men and women walking up the street.

I watch as others are picked up from the street, swept away by the Orcs. As Rogan approaches me, he does not stop. He grabs me, his strong hands wrapping around my hips and he tosses me upon his shoulder. 

He takes me into the woods, to a cabin, and immediately to a bedroom. He tosses me down onto the furs and then places his body over mine.

“Is this it?” I whisper. “Is it finally now?”

Rogan rips open my blouse, letting my breasts spill out. I gasp in alarm and feel my nipples instantly get hard. “Is that what you want, little doctor?”

“More than anything.” I cup his face between my palms as he comes down for a kiss. His rough hand cup over my breast, squeezing it gently before tugging at the nipple.

“Take off your clothes,” I grin at him, tugging at the leather armor. “Let me see the body that will share my bed every night.”

Rogan chuckles, stripping away the furs and leather armor that covers him. His chest is just as hairy as his arms, even more so. The dark pelt trails down to a stream of dark hairs on his belly. He has metal bars through his nipples, which instantly draws my attention.

“My, my,” I breathe. 

“I hope you approve.” He runs his hand down his body. “I do not know what you are used to. But I only aim to please.”

I bite my lip, watching as his hand covers his tented loincloth. “The last man I was with gave me an idea of what pleasure is. I have a feeling you’ll be able to teach me all about it.” I remove my clothes and watch his expression change. His cock pushes aside his loin cloth and I see something I am definitely not used to.

“My gods,” I breathe. I reach down, barely able to fit my hand over his girth. “How the hell did you keep this thing hidden from me?” I stroke him, gazing in awe as precome starts dribbling between my fingers.

Rogan grabs my shoulders, grunting and moaning as I stroke him. “Because I wanted to be a gentleman.”

I lick his nipple, teasing the metal bar in it with my tongue. I kiss his chest, all the while pumping his monster in my hand.

“Katana,” he snarls. “Now.”

I can barely breathe as he pushes me down onto the bed. His kisses are hard and wonderful. His hands glide over my body, touching every inch of me as his thick waist moves between my thighs. His fingers open me, pressing into my slit, where he finds me dripping wet for him.

His thick finger eases inside me, and already I can tell that Harker did nothing to prepare me for what real sex could be. Rogan has me sopping and begging for his touch. Oftentimes Harker just left me feeling vague. 

I move Rogan into place. His cock lays against my belly for a moment before the tip is placed at my entrance. Rogan gazes into my eyes, watching me as he presses forward. I lose my breath, choking back as his cock stretches me. I can feel his pulse become mine as he goes deeper. Then he pulls out, easing back in again.

“Am I hurting you?” Rogan growls.

I shake my head, delirious and unable to speak. I cling to his arms and roll my hips so I can take more of him. 

Rogan is gentle at first, taking his time and watching me. He watches my lips cling to the sides of his shaft, my cream gathering in a ring around the base. He listens to me grunt and mewl as he goes into depths Harker could only dream of.

The first bolt of lightning that strikes me comes without warning. I gush, leaving a large wet spot on the bed, but I am so breathless it takes me longer than usual to recover. I’ve left claw marks down Rogan’s arms, but that only seems to drive him forward.

Rogan starts moving rougher, harder. I forget where my body is for a moment as he takes full control. I can feel the second lightning bolt this time. I can taste it on my tongue as I breathe. Fearing that I’ll draw blood from him, I dig my fingers into the bed.

“Rogan.” It’s the first time I’ve spoken since he’s been inside me. “Rogan!”

He growls, thrusting, and I feel his heat melt into me. His face contorts into a dark shadow, something primal and lovely. His cock throbs deep within me, flooding me so full his seed spills out. 

I slip between worlds for a moment, but as I come to I hold Rogan tight in my arms. “I love you,” I whisper to him. “I really do love you.”

“You know how I feel. I’ve known it since I saw you, and I’ll know it when I close my eyes for the final time.” Rogan grunts, shaking as he sits up. “I love you, little doctor.” He kisses me and strokes his hand down my face. “I told you I would come when you called my name.”

I laugh weakly, kissing him again. “I’ll either leave this cabin dead or pregnant. Are you ready for either?”

Rogan smirks. “Do you think Kisska is ready to be a big sister?”

I curl my fingers through his hair, trading soft kisses as we nuzzle and sigh. “She’d love a little brother. She dotes on little Max so much.”

Rogan’s lips drag down my neck. “A little boy,” he grunts. “Is that what you see?”

“Someone like you is what I see,” I whisper. “Someone strong, and beautiful inside and out. Someone who loves without a lie.” I gaze up at him. “The world needs more of you in it.”

Rogan kisses me, wrapping his arms tight around me. “I was just thinking the same about you,” he chuckles. “A family,” he whispers. “It’s all I ever wanted.”

We make love again and again in the cabin he has built to house our family. Sure enough, I am pregnant within that first month, carrying the first child among many. If Rogan doted on me before, he dotes so much more as my belly grow. He talks to my future child, kisses it, snuggled against it. He and Kisska sing to the growing baby every evening before bed.

When the baby arrives, it is Rogan who tends to me. He has me teach him everything I can, so he can deliver our firstborn. Our son arrives at dawn, right as the morning sky is pink and purple. He screams so loud I think he’ll wake the old gods. We name him Arob, after the Orc word for daybreak. 

“He’s beautiful,” Rogan whispers. “Like you.”

Arob has tiny wisps of red hair on his head and his skin is darkly speckled. “No, like you.” I grin up at Rogan and sigh. “Just like I wanted.”